My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 66

Grace was stunned. She had not been expecting the place where she met Jay to be the place where her father had passed away.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.

“He only had himself to blame for dying.” He shrugged. “Sister, there is no need for you to apologize,” Jason said in a low voice.

She suspected the story was not so simple as Jay depicted it. ‘He only had himself to blame?’ that sounded ominous. Grace was surprised. She hadn’t been expecting him to describe his father’s death that way.

“Jay, I’m not sure what you man by blaming him, perhaps it was some accident-”

“Was it? I don’t think so. He fell in love with someone he shouldn’t have fallen in love with, then when she discovered that he was useless, he was cast aside. It didn’t matter even if he kneeled down and begged. No,” Jason’s eyes darkened into an abyss. “No, that’s not entirely true. The more he groveled and begged, the more she despised him.” He shook his head as if clearing the thoughts. “In the end, he died in despair and had frozen to death in the snow.”

Jason’s expression was as indifferent as if he was just talking about something as ordinary as the weather-not a man succumbing to hypothermia and dying in it. Even his voice was

as calm as usual. But… this was his father!

he had returned to the first time she had seen

He’d been distant then too.

out to him.

pupils. “Tell me,” he goaded her. “Did he not bring it upon

After a long while, she finally murmured,

There was no expression on his face, but there was a flash of

so she knew the answer.

didn’t know how to comfort him, feeling that at this moment any words she could provide would be useless. There were some wounds in the world that only people who had actually experienced them could

hugged him as he stayed atop the chair.

was leaning against her chest, his nose was inhaling her breath, and her warmth was being transmitted onto his

her heartbeat came into his ears through her clothes.

him feel like… staying in this position forever….

“Mom, don’t go…”

was kneeling down on the ground, hoping that the woman, who had already packed up her luggage, would

still insisted on leaving

his mother was about to leave, the boy wanted to reach out